Well, for all my talk yesterday about 1,277 books, I found an inadvertent duplicate in the list that had to be edited out. So it’s actually 1,276 books on the newly updated Book List. You should still check it out,…
Category: A Day in the Life
The Day Before Tomorrow
Today, I feel like I finally hit my stride for productivity and balance this vacation. I return to work on Wednesday. I’d imagine this is a lot like what retirees feel in their waning weeks of work at a particular…
Object Lesson
I have learned a lot about myself in the past week. This is good. Learning is fun! One of the things I have learned, or relearned perhaps, is how little I am surprised by things. Most people like surprises. I…
Life on the Brink
On the first night of this month, I was in Los Angeles at the fabled Grove shopping center/farmer’s market complex near my friend Russ’ Beverly Hills apartment he’s rented for the last decade. I was with Russ and my girlfriend…
The Economy’s Stupid
The way we talk about the economy is delusional. Pick up a paper or turn on the news or talk to a friend and chances are that they will discuss the economy (perhaps I should put it as The Economy)…
Mortality Day Strikes Again: Remembering Ray Bradbury (1920-2012)
I didn’t have to look up Ray Bradbury’s birth year for the title of this post. I have read his biography at the back of countless books, visited the park named for him in Waukegan, Illinois, his birthplace and rearing…
One Year Later
This blog still exists, by the way. This isn’t a conscious decision to never blog again, but the combined product of possibly the busiest year of my life and some factors therein that haven’t seemed to lend themselves to public…
Feasting and Dancing in Jerusalem Next Year
One of the few things I forgot to post about the Weakerthans concert set in New York last month was how good the warmup music was. I don’t mean the opening bands, which were hit-and-miss, though Said the Whale the…
Homecoming
“And I love this place the enormous sky and the faces, hands that I’m haunted by so why can’t I forgive these buildings these frameworks labeled home” -Weakerthans, “This is a Fire Door Never Leave Open” Anything becomes rote if…
The Impending Class War
I’ve spent a reasonably large chunk of the last week shuttling myself to New York City to see one of my favorite bands, the Weakerthans, play all four of their studio albums on four successive nights. This may not mean…